As soon as she realized it was and art class, she hated it, the teacher, and anyone related to the decision of not making this class an elective. *What. The. Actual. Dust.* Schwarz thought, staring at the goofy 'professor' and his antics, hoping he wouldn't notice her name when taking note of attendance, let alone call her out.

At least music didn't appear to be on the daily schedule. She was looking at a block of clay in front of her, her eye twitching at the prospect of playing with **mud**. She didn't want to leave THAT much of the life of nobility behind her, no thank you. She hissed as she removed the protective foil from the clay with a disgusting sloppy sound. OK, NO.

As far as she was concerned, she could be learning or practicing much better things the first class in the morning. that and she *really* hated the thought of touching that goo. She reached behind her back and held the Swansong over the block.

She started drawing a magic circle into the clay with the tip of the retracted blade while whispering in Althesian. Unlike at the initiation, this circle was intricate, having several layers all compounding to a rather impressive shape in on itself. As she muttered the words, the circle started glowing in faint orange, until-

With a whoosh and a puff of smoke, chunks of the clay block fell off, revealing a ceramic flute, already fired. With a satisfied smirk on her face, she took it and packed it to her bag for later before noticing another student glaring at her enviously from above his clay stained hands.